Schust look at him, und see him schump!
He likes me pooty vell;
Und dere vas somedings 'bout dat tog,
Mynheer, I vouldn't sell.
"Der collar?" Nein, 'tvas somedings else
Vrom vich I gould not bart;
Und if dot ding vas dook avay,
I dinks it prakes mine heart.
"Vot vas it, den, aboudt dat tog,"
You ashk, "dat's not vor sale?"
I dells you vat it ish, mine freund:
Tish der vag off dat tog's dail!
Charles F. Adams.
A TUSSLE WITH IMMIGRANTS.
The Ethnological Society of North America wished me to photograph types of immigrants arriving from Europe, at New York.
Castle Garden is where all steerage passengers land; and I was allowed every facility by the authorities.
I began with an Italian, swarthy, under-sized, dressed in velveteen, and scented with garlic. As I placed him in front of the camera, he said:—